Mother texts the wife to ask if I'm OK.
I'm OK, mom.
At least, I hope so.
I'll never really know for sure.
Listening to The Smiths
and photo-shopping vacation photos
so that others think my life is just grand.
If they only really had a clue.
But they never will,
because I have nothing to share
to those that pretend to care.
Right now I feel like a pin-less grenade.
It's the timer that has me intrigued,
at least for the moment.
But when it blows,
I'll go...
At least, I hope so...